Good day and beautiful scenery

The boss convenes a meeting.This is a routine every morning, and there is basically nothing to talk about. I don't want to participate, so I make a cup of coffee, close the door and lean against the computer to wake up.

The door was pushed open, and Allen knocked symbolically twice with the folder in his hand. I looked up, leaned back, and asked him what was the matter.

"The boss asked you to come over." He said with sarcasm, "The whole company is here, but you, the big designer Qiao, don't join us. He wants to chat with you."

I sat up and looked at Allen, who shrugged with a look of disbelief on his face.I knew he didn't need to lie to me, so I got up, then put on the coat that was draped behind the chair, and walked out with the notebook.

I thought the boss was in a bad mood. It is inevitable that he has some menopausal symptoms at his age, and it is not surprising that he is sensitive and suspicious.As a result, he knocked on the door and went in, seeing that he was still leisurely sitting there making Gongfu tea, he didn't care about the previous anxiety at all.

In fact, it's okay, the boss wants to know the progress of the projects I have in hand.I went back to the office to pick up the computer, and went through it head-to-head with him. He generally had no opinion, but he was more concerned about the government's design before, and raised a few questions alone.

The most important thing is the delivery date. The boss received a notice that the bidding was scheduled for the end of this month, and asked me if I had any questions.I know that when he asked this question, he was not really worried about whether I could make it in time, but whether I had confidence in this design.

Confidence is such a thing, I am ashamed that I can't talk about it all the time.But since the project is mine, I dare not say that it is inevitable, but I really don't want to lose.I don't want to be unable to even do my own food business after a crushing emotional defeat, so even if it's for this, I have to give it my all.

Working overtime is not new, and it has become commonplace before bidding.The pressure cannot be said to be low, but I know very well that who is not going all out to pursue what he wants.Besides, I'd love to be in the company.

William couldn't see it, and mentioned me a few times before, but then he didn't say anything at all, and only sarcastically said that my behavior put a lot of pressure on my colleagues.I was joking with him while smoking, don’t I like long legs, the boss’s legs are not short, so I hugged him honestly, and I was worried about losing my job.

Unsurprisingly, I lost sleep again the night before the bidding.In the past, I would take some medicine in this situation, at least this can ensure the state of the next day.Because I have to get up early tomorrow, I took out the medicine and put it on the bedside table, but I didn't dare to take it.

Instead, I tried a lot of other methods, drinking warm milk, soaking my feet in hot water, counting sheep and stars, and I found a book to read.Marquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" read forty pages before finally falling asleep.

At six o'clock on time, I was woken up by the alarm clock again, and when I got up to wash up, I saw a strange and terrifying face in the mirror.I've been too busy recently and lost a lot of weight. I can't look at myself with a dry face, and there is no blood, and the eyeballs are still red. The whole person looks like a vampire on TV.

But no matter how unattractive I still have to take care of myself, the skin on my face is thin, and it will naturally turn red when I rub it more. My hair is too long to cut, so I can only use hairspray to shape it well. I am wearing a suit and a windbreaker. Such a move is still worthy of today's occasion.

In fact, I didn't go to the venue that early.What the boss meant was to come to the company to meet and do a rehearsal first.He was very nervous about the project, and I couldn't be too conceited to refuse his request.

It's just that at the end, the boss said that Alan was already waiting at the meeting place. I was shocked for a while, and the damn bad premonition in my heart surged up again.

A total of six design companies participated in the bidding this time, four local and two foreign. The boss came back with a smile on his face after drawing lots.In his words, they are all old acquaintances, and he knows how much the other party is.

We were the second one among the six companies to do the presentation, because we had indeed done too much preparation and rehearsal beforehand, and when we actually arrived at the scene, I didn't feel nervous at all.Even when I was asked a few difficult questions during the period, with so many years of experience and calm analysis on the spot, I answered them one by one smoothly.

There was a half-hour break before the results came out, so the boss naturally seized the opportunity to chat around, while Alan and I chose to stay in the lounge.

I thought he would express some opinions in a sour way as usual, but in fact he didn't, except that when I was lying on my stomach in a daze, he woke me up and handed me a bottle of water, and there was no more word between us.

The boss came back with two pieces of news.

One is that the time to announce the results was pushed to the afternoon for some reason.This is not good, after all, it is really exhausting to be unresolved.But at a time like this, there is nothing to do but wait.

Another piece of news, the boss said it was a good thing.I don't know where he got the gossip from, saying that we have a great chance of winning this time.But since it was gossip, I listened to it and didn't dare to take it to heart.

The boss was in a good mood, so he suggested to find a place to have a good scrub first, and then take a foot bath when there is time.When he said this, he twisted his neck exaggeratedly, as if he was the one who had been working day and night lately.

I said I wasn't nervous. In fact, my heart was suspended when I walked out of the venue. My nerves were always tense. I really didn't have any appetite for a table of dishes.

The boss patted me on the shoulder knowingly, but Alan, who had been silent all this time, looked at me coldly with his pretentiously shrewd eyes, and said, "Isn't it just a bidding? If you get it, you can't get it." What's the matter, as for not being able to eat?"

It's really enough, I have fought for such a long time, not for a dispensable result.But even though I think so psychologically, I don't bother to share this with people like Allen.

I barely drank a few sips of the soup, which is said to be the signature soup of this store. The boss was full of praise, but I just felt tired, and my stomach felt uncomfortable. Get off the table.

I felt better after a few breaths of fresh air.This is the back door of the hotel. I just turned around and found that the scenery is not bad. The yard is full of pines, cypresses and asparagus bamboos, and there are a few pots of plum blossoms in the corner. It looks sparse and angry from a distance.

I sat by the jar for a while, smoked half a cigarette, and pinched it out because of the bitterness in my mouth.He was probably still nervous, his chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and he felt so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.I patted it with my hand a few times, it seemed to loosen it a bit, and then I patted it again, and just as I took a breath, my nose suddenly became hot.

I knew it was bleeding, but I didn't bring anything with me when I came out. I couldn't find anything to wipe it off, so I had to cover it with my hands.

It’s just that this time it seemed to flow a little fiercely, the warm liquid quickly fell through the fingers, I thought something was wrong, I wanted to find someone to help, but before I could yell out, my eyes suddenly went dark, and I just I don't know anymore.

I was woken up.

I was still lying on the ground. Unfortunately, the face first touched the ground. It must have been scratched, and now I feel numb pain.The man squatted in front of me, his shoes were a bit dirty, but he was a nice person, and asked me what was going on with concern.

I supported my body and wanted to get up, but I couldn't use my hands. I tried twice and didn't move, but the man still couldn't see me, so he half-supported and half-hugged me, and asked me to sit down by the flower bed.

He is the chef here, and his uniform is fairly clean. He pointed to my face and said, "Did you fall or not? It's scary to have so much blood."

Realizing that he was talking about my nose, he hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but in fact the blood stopped flowing.Fortunately, I stopped bleeding, otherwise I might not be able to do it right now... I smiled and told him it was okay, and I was laughed at when I got drunk and fell down.

The kind-hearted man looked at me suspiciously, took off the hat on his head, threw it aside casually, sat down, took out a cigarette and lit one, and said without looking at me: " If I don't come to smoke, basically no one will come in here."

I thank you again.

It was only on the way to the bathroom that I realized that what he said was true. Everyone who looked at me showed terrified expressions, probably because I have never seen a person who can fall like me in broad daylight.

I washed my face, and carefully picked out the fine sand on the scratch on my right cheek in front of the mirror. The wound was not small, and it was not convenient to cover it. It looked really miserable, and it might leave a scar.

But my headache is my clothes, the windbreaker is on the chair outside the house, the suit and shirt I am wearing are considered finished, especially the shirt, the white stained with red is particularly shocking.